" Just let me out of the cuffs, please," Jayne pleaded but Shelly could hear there was no sincerity in her voice."Just come in the back and try a few ...hings," Shelly suggested, "The door's locked now."Jayne knew she shouldn't, but she kicked off her panties, shoes and tights as Shelly suggested as Shelly picked up her bags and ushered her through the door at the back of the shop into a small white painted room with a brown linoleum floor lined with old fashioned grey metal lockers."That's it. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapter Twoslave inesIt was just a little short of two in the morning when both of my computers and three of my cellphones all began screaming in an imitation of those horrid European sirens which sound like a tenor donkey with his balls caught in a barbed-wire fence. To say that I was now wide awake would be the world’s. Another flash of reflected sunlight told Dean that their movements were being watched. Rick rang the bell. ‘You!’ Keira Daly answered the door. Her blue eyes focused shsrply on Dean. Her trim figure was covered with one of the Brandy’s Ranch logo bathrobes (for sale in the gift shop), but Dean recognized her as the prude on the plane. He resisted the urge to say any number of ironic things about finding her here. ‘Where’s Don Juan?’ he asked instead. Keira nodded her head in the direction of. "Doing it like this makes it incredibly tight, so we both feel it more, but it also lets me do this." I reached around with my right hand and buried it between her thighs. She was practically howling when I stuffed three of my fingers in her cunt and pumped them. I was pulling her towards me at the same time as pushing against her, and Avril forgot all about how uncomfortable she was."Oh my god, this is fucking incredible." Her eyes were almost popping out of her head. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck my.